Chapter 334 Snake Ball Dragon Blood Porridge

The 100,000 rivers in the dark night are extremely quiet. Walking in this mountain path, you can feel a kind of coldness brought by the mountain wind. The further you go, the colder it becomes.

Once entering Dachuan, the whole atmosphere changed dramatically.

The narrow road was covered with fallen leaves, some of which were rotten, giving off a unique smell, slightly sour, like the mellowness of wine making.

In the silence, there are pleasant insects chirping, one after another, as if forming a beautiful symphony.

Creak, creak.

Bu Fang stepped on the fallen leaves that had fallen all over the ground. These fallen leaves were like a layer of soft padded jacket. Stepping on them, they would sink in slightly, bringing a different feeling.

The moonlight seems to be covered by the dense leaves, these pines cover the sky and the sun, because in this primitive hundred thousand rivers, every ancient tree grows very luxuriantly.

Those branches spread out with teeth and claws, like demons dancing their claws.

Walking in such an environment, as a person, there will be some hairs in the heart.

But with Xiaobai behind Bu Fang, he felt much more at ease.

Patting Xiaobai's stomach, Bu Fang seemed to have added some courage to himself, and continued to move forward.

Although the 100,000 rivers are terrifying, it is an indisputable fact that there are rich products in them.

After walking a few steps, Bu Fang's nose twitched slightly, his brows raised, and his gaze was fixed on a small grass on a small hill between two ancient trees not far away.

It was a scarlet spiritual herb, exuding a pungent smell, like flowing blood, which made people wrinkle their noses.

"Heartblood Grass... This is a fifth-order spiritual herb." Bu Fang's eyes lit up, and he walked slowly to the spiritual herb.

Although the heartblood grass is scarlet, it is indeed quite beautiful. The slowly swaying body is like a charming beauty, with spots on it, which is too beautiful to behold.

squeak...

Beneath the beauty, there is naturally a terrifying killing intent,

A blood-red little snake slowly crawled out from behind the hill, its scarlet scales seemed to be shining with light.

The pitch-black letter spit out slightly, and the snake eyes stared at Bu Fang.

Bu Fang was stunned for a fifth-order spirit beast, but he soon figured it out. After all, it was a spirit grass. Even if it was only a fifth-order spirit grass, it was still a rare treasure. Naturally, it was guarded by spirit beasts.

This also seems to be the reason why Shiwan Dachuan is so dangerous.

Because there are treasures inside, these treasures gave birth to these spirit beasts, and these spirit beasts guarded these treasures.

The two complement each other and live together.

The little red snake stared at Bu Fang for a long time, then the snake narrowed its eyes, roared, and shot towards Bu Fang like lightning.

Anyone who dares to covet its treasure must die.

This little snake is very ferocious, and its speed is very fast. An ordinary sixth-rank war emperor may feel very troublesome when facing this bloody little snake.

But Bu Fang was very calm.

He is now a man who can be called a saint of war.

The seventh-rank war saint has the strength of the seventh-rank war saint.

He didn't even bother to use the God of Cooking suit, so with his true energy, when the little snake shot towards him, his arm quickly grabbed it, his palm turned into a claw, and grabbed the little snake by seven inches .

Judging from the color of this little snake, it is known that it is a very poisonous snake.

Bu Fang naturally had to be more careful.

True Qi gushed out, Bu Fang's eyes narrowed, and he twisted off the snake's seven inches with a unique technique. The little snake shook its body, roared weakly, and fell limp Bu Fang's hands.

As a chef, handling these ingredients... naturally has his skills.

Hold the snake's head and tail with both hands, roll it slightly, and roll the little snake into a ball, throw it away, and store it in the system space bag.

Without the interference of the guardian spirit beast, Bu Fang picked the spirit grass with ease, and the majestic energy gushed out from the spirit medicine, making Bu Fang slightly amazed.

The age of this plant is not low, and the quality is very high.

It's not easy to walk in the jungle in the dark, and Bu Fang didn't plan to go far. He planned to find a place to rest and wait for the dawn.

However, in the process of looking for a resting place, Bu Fang also collected a lot of elixir.

Although it has been considered to have entered the Hundred Thousand Rivers here, it is not considered the depth of the Hundred Thousand Rivers, so the elixir of the seventh and eighth ranks has not yet appeared.

A pile of dead leaves was piled up, and Bu Fang lit the dead leaves, and billowing smoke rose into the sky.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Bu Fang stared blankly at the fire.

Xiaobai's chubby figure was also sitting in the distance, his mechanical eyes flickering, occasionally scratching his round head with his big palm.

In the silent mountain forest, there are only insects and beasts roaring.

Slightly penetrating.

Bu Fang was stunned for a while, and then he felt a little bored. He found a few dead branches and put them together, and took out a black iron pot from the system space bag.

This iron pot is not big, but it is almost enough for cooking.

When going out for a long trip, especially in this land of mountains and rivers, an iron pot is a must, because there are many delicacies in the mountains and rivers, naturally Bu Fang will not forget to bring an iron pot.

When the spiritual spring water in the pot boiled, it exuded a hazy water vapor, and the water vapor carried a little spiritual energy, which was extremely refreshing.

Bu Fang took a spoonful, blew on the hot air, and after taking a sip, he felt warm all over his body.

Heaving a sigh of relief, green smoke rose from Bu Fang's hand, and the keel kitchen knife appeared in his hand.

Take out the little bloody snake that you just killed from the system space bag.

With a turn of the keel kitchen knife in Bu Fang's hand, he gently opened a hole in the snake's belly. His fingers danced and rolled, almost dazzling. His movements were skillful and fast, and he easily peeled off the snake's skin.

After the internal organs were processed, Bu Fang washed the snake's body with clean water.

This little snake is highly poisonous, so it is natural to clean it. Although it is said that a snake is covered with treasures, Bu Fang doesn't care much about it.

He didn't hold back anything like snake gall, all he cared about was the snake's meat.

Compared with snake gallbladder, a great tonic, he still thinks delicious snake meat is more important.

Crash.

Bu Fang took out some dragon's blood rice and poured it into the boiling spiritual spring water. The blood-red grains of dragon blood rice were very bright, like bright gemstones in the spiritual spring water.

While waiting for the dragon blood rice to be cooked, Bu Fang started to process the snake meat.

He chopped the snake meat into small pieces, and kept chopping the keel with a kitchen knife, chopping the blood-red snake meat into very fine pieces.

After chopping for a while, the snake meat was sticky and stuck to a wooden board prepared by Bu Fang.

At this time, the dragon blood rice in the pot began to boil, and the rich fragrance slowly gushed out from the pot.

The energy of the dragon blood rice was very strong, and when the rice grains rolled, the rolling energy seemed to turn into a roaring dragon hovering above the iron pot.

Holding the keel kitchen knife, he played with a knife casually, Bu Fang took the wooden board, and scooped the minced snake meat from the board into the pot.

The boiling spiritual spring water swallowed the snake meat in it at once. The snake meat rolled over and sank directly to the bottom, as if it was swallowed by the roaring little dragon.

He scooped out pieces of snake meat one by one into the pot, and soon, he finished processing all the snake meat.

There is already a strong meat fragrance in the pot, accompanied by the essence of dragon blood rice, there is actually a different kind of strange feeling.

Bu Fang's zhenqi rolled, his palm covered the side of the iron pot, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, he could sense the movement of the aura in the pot.

The meat quality of the snake meat changed under the influence of the dragon's blood rice and the hot spring water. The essence and the essence contained in the dragon's blood rice stirred together and turned into a special fragrance.

The strong fragrance rolled out, unexpectedly overflowing, extremely bright, in this dark forest and great river, it was as bright as a light.

Bu Fang felt a little comfortable, this is the beauty of cooking, even in this big river, you can still taste delicious food.

And it also makes you feel warm.

The fragrance lingered, floating slowly in the forest.

In the dark night, there was a rustling sound on the forest floor, and greedy eyes flickered in the dark bushes.

The deep roar of the beast slowly resounded.

One by one spirit beasts gathered from the surroundings towards Bu Fang's so-called position.

Such a strong fragrance, such a strong essence, made them completely irresistible.

Bu Fang withdrew his palm from the side of the pot, let out a breath, but felt a little excited in his heart, finally the cooking was over.

The homemade snake ball dragon blood porridge should taste very good.

Bu Fang had sufficient confidence in his skills.

A blue and white porcelain bowl was removed from the system space bag.

Every time he travels, the system space bag is full of things. For him, every trip is a cooking trip. Since it is a cooking trip, various tools are naturally indispensable.

Pots and pans, everything is complete.

After scooping up a bowl of bright red snake ball and dragon blood porridge, Bu Fang put his nose in front of the porcelain bowl, took a deep breath, and immediately showed a satisfied look on his face.

The blue and white spoon scooped up a spoonful of bright red porridge, which was accompanied by a few pink and tender snake balls. The snake balls were boiling hot, and the steaming heat spread on them, which was quite cute.

Just when Bu Fang was about to pour this spoonful of porridge into his mouth, Bu Fang's movements froze, and he heard a low-pitched animal roar coming from the surrounding area.

How could there be a roar of beasts?

Bu Fang was slightly stunned, ahh...

After pouring the snake ball dragon blood porridge from the spoon into his mouth in one gulp, Cai stood up holding the porcelain bowl and looked around suspiciously.

And the moment he stood up, there was a rustling sound in the surrounding bushes.

One after another animal shadows slowly stepped out from the darkness, staring at Bu Fang with cold and greedy eyes.

The terror in the Hundred Thousand Great Rivers was finally revealed in front of Bu Fang.

This is a pack of spirit beasts and wolves, terrifying killers among a hundred thousand rivers.